You're Not the Right Luna for Me

e's

ough the sea of students. The campus

that I don't belong here among the pack elite. I grip the st

shoulder without apolo

ch it. I was standing in my tiny apartment

Stormclaw University," I had

ud. Instead, I fe

startling me. For a mome

ock in our family hall rings mid

den space beneath the floorboards. "Don't make

with fear. Blood s

om

Luce!" Her

ise," I

the hatch. Footsteps pound above m

es the s

sn't help. I hear everything. The tearing

ver call

watc

opped walking in the middle of the pa

tter, but he'

the only place I feel safe

ught for, claiming a medical condition. The administration

books acro

rs studying. Knowle

n and I finally put my pen on the

photos. "Pre-gala shopping with t

surrounded by shopping bags. They'

ngton appears in the comments.

set my phone down ha

ent of the year. I've managed to avoid it

hide fore

emory. It was the last conversation we

he had said, his lined face serious. "Your par

n my own,"

e'd squeezed my hand. "It's st

desk. As a scholarship student, my attendance is "highly encou

envelope. My finger traces t

I can endur

t the secondhand store is simple but elegant. It's black, floor-length, wi

makeup. No jewelry except my mother's smal

es. The rides

my small clutch, and leave

rom the ceiling. White flowers spill from tall vases. Students in

My heart pounds so loudly I'

student with a tabl

nathy," I

s. "Scholarship stud

Or maybe I'm imagining them. Y

hip students. None of them are from established packs. We

but not introducing myself. The empt

room. The social hierarchy of

d laugh and drink champagne at the center

of the once-respected Abernathy pac

gain. A hush fal

Matthews on his arm. His pack surrounds him like a pro

Everyone knows the Harrington heir. But tonight, in his per

room and seem to land on me. I qu

ugh tonight," I whisper

he air. It's like the momen